*headdesks*

Oh. I have made icons. I don't know why, but. I saw Ginny, and then I saw Cho, and then, and then, well.

Comment, no need to credit, don't hotlink and all that blah. :P

Am sort of posting because dudes, I think this needs to be posted.

Parents: Pick us up on the 26th at 11pm.
Us: Okay.
Parents: No, pick us up on the 25th.
Us: But you said--
Parents: The 25th. Dad made a mistake.
Us: Okay.
Parents: We missed our flight. Pick us up on the 26th.
Us: How did you--
Parents: Pick us up on the 26th.
Us: Okay.
Parents: HELLO WHERE ARE YOU PICK US UP NOW.
Us: *blink*
Day: *is the 25th*

Parents are back, obviously. *rolls eye* With a $300 wall clock that sort of opens around and dances every hour, chocolates (YES WHEE I ATE THE LAST PIECE TODAY I HAVE MORE MORE MORE), money (My godfather? HATES ME. Gave me NOTHING. Well, presumably some perfume, but HELLO. Eighteen years does not a perfume equal. *is a brat* My brother's godparents love me, and they gave me a bit of money. Hmph.), and OMGBOOKS! *dies* OMG SMOKE AND MIRRORS by Neil Gaiman!! OMG LAMB! And RAINBOW BOYS! And AT SWIM! *DEAD AGAIN*

Right. Last batch of drabbles. Tomorrow (Or later today, really) I post a master list of all the drabbles I wrote for people. I think I'm still missing a drabble though, eep. Which is weird, as I've extra Luna/Hermione, Tom/Ginny, and Kim Possible/Shego drabbles lying around. Bah, shall post them up another time, when I'm feeling less lazy. ;P

Butanyway.

Remus/Sirius for postingwhore and everyone on my flist who ships Remus/Sirius, because this is the first time I've written Remus/Sirius and I never thought I would:
A Long Way From Eleven

Harry/Hermione for abilizersparkle (Yes, I don't believe myself either. *g*):
What Girls Know

Harry/Ron for gutterqueen:
Nothing Says It Better Than

Dean/Padma for mauraders:
Caught Off-Guard

Also. shadows_edge people, go here plskthnxbai. It's your Christmas present, though you'd have to be logged in and stuff.

ETA: I knew I forgot something.

kiwi666, here's a Blaise/Theo drabble for you. XD

I am so glad my parents are back. I finished The Princess Bride in one afternoon and eep, I wanted more to read. Shall spend the rest of the day with Rainbow Boys, and then maybe Lamb because it's seasonal. :P I'm currently a third of the way through Rainbow Boys, and there are SE parallelisms in my head. *giggles* Except, the relationships are a bit screwed up, but yeah. Kyle reminds me SO much of Terry.

Nelson shushed him with a wave of his hand. "Why not? Those two girls at Richmond went to the prom together. They even made a TV movie about them. It would rule, Kyle! Can you imagine? We'd be media divas."

"But I don't want to be a media diva."

"Come on. At least think about it."

Kyle continued shaking his head. "Nope." He returned his attention to the box of perfume. "Hand me the wrapping paper."

Nelson frowned. "You know, Kyle, I often think what a boring life you'd have if it wasn't for me."

Kyle's also quite prudish.

Nelson turned the page. "I'm getting hard."

Kyle said, "That's fascinating."

Nelson wasn't sure if Kyle meant the photo or his comment. "I always get hard looking at men. How about you?"

Kyle wet his lips and swallowed. "None of your business."

*dies* Lissa, thanks for reccing these! <3

Drabble: In The Shadows (Blaise/Theodore)

Title: In The Shadows
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Blaise/Theodore
Length: 200 words
Rating: PG15
Warnings: None
Summary: What the rest of Hogwarts doesn't know.
Additional Notes: For kiwi666. *smooches and loves upon* Merry Christmas from my Blaise to your Theodore. <3


He glances at you from across the library table, nodding toward your book. The two of you sit alone in a corner of the library, separate from all the others.

It's because you're both Slytherins, they whisper.

You don't speak when Malfoy taunts Potter, even when the rest of your Housemates laugh along. Instead you stand a little way to the back of the crowd, and you catch his eye, and the two of you say nothing.

It's because you're the quiet ones, they say.

It's the final match of the year, and the Quidditch Cup is again a few points away from your team. Students fill the bleachers, cheering teams on and waving flags in House colours. Nobody notices that neither of you are watching with the rest of them.

It's because you both live in the shadows, they reason.

Behind closed doors, in lonely rooms and quiet dorms, he kisses you and you hold him. He moans passion into your lips, you shiver within his arms. Nobody knows that you love tangling your fingers into his hair, nobody sees the way your body arches under his touch.

It's because you're each other's and no one else's, you think.